For some it might very well take all of eternity to learn those lessons.A few poor souls may never do so. Which, in a way, is fortunate becausemany w...ll have that long. For Sarah it wasn't nearly as long as most.For Sarah it was the same world she had known before her death, but withsomething new being added constantly. All sorts of new things werechanging around her as she began to realize what she was.Ultimately Sarah came to understand a small part of it and even that wordghost. . In the midst of a self-inflicted orgasm one night, Becky hatched a scheme that would change her forever.Later that week, Becky's old Desoto sedan made its way toward the millpond. She hated that car. It was big, green and bulky with push-button drive and a hood that seemed as big as a football field. But, despite its ugliness, it was transportation.The car lumbered around one last curve and in front of the old sharecropper house. Becky sat for a long while at the wheel.What the fuck am I doing. She fell to her knees and looked at his cock, perhaps in disbelief. Then she kissed it and started licking, then sucking. She attempted to force it down her tiny throat. Clearly, that could never work, but that didn't stop her from trying. She pushed and sucked and I could see the bulge in her throat. I was impressed on how deep she got it, but not hardly his entire cock. The stallion began to become agitated, he was going to cum. Mia didn't realize this and it was too late for me to. He moaned a little before he said apni mammi ko soch ke muth maar raha tha and I stopped my hand hearing that I couldn’t believe that he used to fantasize about his mother. His mother (Shalini aunty) was an inch shorter in height than my mom and had little smaller boobs than my mother but had a beautiful ass. She always used to wear gowns while at home. The major difference between her mother and mine was the complexion, as his mother was very fair. We shared our fantasies about our mothers to.